Phone calls

“Bob, darling, I have bad news.”

“What is it?”

“I am afraid that the hunters found us. We need to start packing.”

“Seriously? So soon?”

“I think this time was simply bad luck. They were not pros but they did find us and the others will be behind them soon.”

“Too bad... did you call Summer?”

“Yes, she is on her way. She’s bringing something special for dinner.”

“Huhu? Like what?”

“Apparently she found a SoB!”

“Amazing can’t wait, let me wrap this up and I’ll be home in an hour.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too Electra.”

***

“Monsignore.”

“Yes Mr. Pinewood? If you are calling me to reconsider the integration of your daugthers into our elite squads my position remains the same. Not yet.”

“No, Monsignore, I think we have found a nest. A big one. At least two maybe three Masters...”

“Good Lord! I hope you did not send Olivia and Shirley...”

“I... I am sorry Monsignore... But I have. I...”

The man starts crying.

“When I sent them, we didn’t know... I am sorry.”

“Mr. Pinewood, please send me the details, I will contact the American embassy here in Rome to have all the necessary permits for our troops to move in. Do not lose hope Mr. Pinewood there might still be hope for your daughters.”

“Thank you Monsignore...”

The cardinal hangs up.

“Damn amateurs...”